The Ceiling is so Interesting

Popcorn particles painted across a ceiling's surface, bumpy.

Who notices the ceiling?

I do.

I miss you and I'm trying not to admit it's selfish wanting to reach out.

There is too much doubt between us to lead us on again.

We both move on and then I go and miss you?

Wishing you were near again, even just my friend again, to talk to?

I promised this game for two was over.

I'm staring into nothing.

I'm waiting for something as I silently surrender this memory of you.

Popcorn particles painted across a ceiling's surface, bumpy.

Who pays attention to the texture of a ceiling?  

I do.